Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.